My dear regular readers will know that a month or so back I stopped watching the news because the manipulation by the broadcasters, and the supposition – one news bulletin I watched contained four items in the “this could happen!” vein – and the continual negativity and pessimism just got to me.  I actually didn’t miss it; I could eat dinner whenever I liked without  waiting for the Six O’Clock News to end and it was quite liberating not to know or care what was happening or what might happen if x y or z came to pass and to know that I wasn’t being brain-washed or manipulated..

But gradually over the last two weeks, because I’d been interested in seeing how much hotter it was going to get (Cor-Phew!  Hotter than Majorca etc) I’d started watching bulletins again.

And then last night I wished I hadn’t.

I only heard the first couple of sentences about poor little Daniel who was murdered by his mother and step-father.  I had to turn it off.  I couldn’t even look at the little mite’s face, just as I had never been able to look at Baby P’s.

And today FB and Twitter have been on fire with postings about  his death, most of which I’ve been able to avoid.  I’m sorry but I just do not want to contemplate even for a second, what that little boy went through.  I abhor violence, having suffered so much of it myself.  The Daughter doesn’t remember ever being smacked, and she wasn’t, because if you are shown violence you, in turn, react with violence.  Childhood is precious; it should be a time of pure, innocent happiness.  Yet far too many kids have a thoroughly miserable time.

God only knows what Daniel suffered.  Whatever it was, it was beyond miserable.

I am writing this with tears rolling down my face, just thinking about him.  And although I am a writer, when i think of the vile, disgraceful example of human being masquerading as his mother, words just fail me.

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